2019 has been the most challenging year of my life. I have learned a lot, cried a lot, and my life has changed drastically. I am quite sure it will never be the same. That’s because I am no longer the same person that I once was. I don’t know that this is a good thing or a bad thing. It’s just a thing.
This year, I have been forced to look at how much of my life I’ve spent doing things for others and how little time I’ve spent doing things for myself. It has been a real eye-opening experience.
In the past few weeks, I have been called out to think of things that I can do to make my life more fulfilling, FOR ME. Honestly, I have been so wrapped up in helping others that I have lost myself to a certain degree. I’ve done things to advance myself to make more money, which ultimately was to create a better life for myself and my son. That was more necessity than something that I yearned to do out of love. So, I don’t know that it counts.
So, in the past few months, I have been eyeing what I once loved but parted ways with a long time ago. At one time, it was the love of my life, and I wanted to spend my life embracing it.
That love was for art. Back in the day, I was a creative sort. YES, the money-focused person that I am, now was once an artist. Art was something that I really enjoyed. I use to paint, using mostly oil. I also would draw using a variety of mediums. I felt so passionately about this that I was an Art Major at Temple University.
While at Temple University as an Art Major, my father would ask me what I planned to do with art upon graduation. I thought I would eventually end up as an Art Teacher. I did end up as a teacher but not art and teaching on a college level.
I almost forgot about how much I loved to draw and paint. That is, until recently, when my son started college as an Art Major. He always excitedly shows me his artwork. He is amazingly talented. He gets his love for the craft from me, and I love that.
The lure to get back into art was also motivated by some amazing artists I follow on Instagram. There have been so many prompts to tap back into my creative side. Ten years ago, this would have never crossed my mind, but here I am, excited about the thought of picking up my brushes once again.
I mentioned this to my son, and he was so excited. He said, “I’m so happy you are doing this mom. I must confess that I have always been very upset that you stop drawing and painting. I’ve always wanted you to start doing it again.”
So, there you have it, that is the circling back and finding joy with an old love. The old love is, tapping back into my creative side, and I couldn’t be happier. I will be sharing my journey with you all.
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